Sleep Poet Sleep

Dye pain pangs,
dew stain words,
mid vein vanity
Seer inside insight,
dye sole space,
be de void
Sleep brought on
this dementia,
forgetting to hope
Cast we sleep erase;
our past, present,
future faith.

Why are we here,
to exist,
be it pawn
pieces of war
Sleep poet,
weep decay,
puppet strings
steer morrow
Hear yea thy woe,
break tidal wave,
break demotions
Upon dye RIP tides
that TAPS Wake
sobbing emotions.
 
Weather worn
windmill blades,
rusk amuck decimation
Tattered fabric twists,
taunt poet binding,
nerve endings
Knot sorrow suffocating
knock chokehold sensations
Pain poetic
prick penetration,
sayeth Raven’s nevermore.

Never dare question
dye HeART,
be clone Muppet aftermath,
Vietnam Conflict Draft,  
to be tossed
if one does not follow
One musk march
in step to bone spur,
who does trump US
Who wants to dismantle
Our Democracy,
pawns fought for.

Sleep Dead Democracy
Poet Society,
sheep scorn be victims
Bellwether plays ass
One Man Chess Game,
casualty kill ratio
Whence dominoes
fall into formation pit,
military cemeteries
As history dost forgets
past transgressions,
bye omit legislation.

Law that says
Politicians were never,
ever Holocaust Morticians
There were no
immigrant, Indian, slave,
Black, or any massacres
White washing One Party,
dost bleach
for another desecration
Wherein religion
we “At Will”
reason justify,
carnage as Our treason.

Stomp, stump, strum
one mid oblivion,
daring to be
Liberally different
To naught fallow follow,
Conservative Pied Piper
hollow cast follower
Oh reign,
dew reign drain,
so hard
pitter patter water,
rush overwhelms
Trying to stay afloat,
amid rhyme,
as time does pull tears,
dew drown in pools.

So lay me down
Rip Van Winkle prone,
to see America
Reawaken Democracy.
(in 2024)

HeArtMosphere Poet

Sleep Poet Sleep

Dye pain pangs, dew stain words, mid vein vanity
Seer inside insight, dye sole space, be de void
Sleep brought on this dementia, forgetting to hope
Cast we sleep erase; our past, present, future faith.

Why are we here, to exist, be it pawn pieces of war
Sleep poet, weep decay, puppet strings steer morrow
Hear yea thy woe, break tidal wave, break demotions
Upon dye RIP tides that TAPS Wake sobbing emotions.
 
Weather worn windmill blades, rusk amuck decimation
Tattered fabric twists, taunt poet binding, nerve endings
Knot sorrow suffocating knock chokehold sensations
Pain poetic prick penetration, sayeth Raven’s nevermore.

Never dare question dye HeART, be clone Muppet aftermath,
Vietnam Conflict Draft,  to be tossed if one does not follow
One musk march in step to bone spur, who does trump US
Who wants to dismantle Our Democracy, pawns fought for.

Sleep Dead Democracy Poet Society, sheep scorn be victims
Bellwether plays ass One Man Chess Game, casualty kill ratio
Whence dominoes fall into formation pit, military cemeteries
As history dost forgets past transgressions, bye omit legislation.

Law that says Politicians were never, ever Holocaust Morticians
There were no immigrant, Indian, slave, Black, or any massacres
White washing One Party, dost bleach for another desecration
Wherein religion we “At Will” reason justify, carnage as Our treason.

Stomp, stump, strum one mid oblivion, daring to be Liberally different
To naught fallow follow, Conservative Pied Piper hollow cast follower
Oh reign, dew reign drain, so hard pitter patter water, rush overwhelms
Trying to stay afloat, amid rhyme, as time does pull tears, dew drown in pools.

So lay me down Rip Van Winkle prone, to see America Reawaken Democracy.
(in 2024)

HeArtMosphere Poet